Have you ever been so sick that you can’t lift your head off the pillow. The faint sound of the fan spinning above your head feels more like hearing a Boeing 737 take off while standing on the runway right next to the engine. The taste of coffee is anything but pleasing and quit frankly taste more like the cat box that you haven’t changed in 2 weeks because your dog eats that cat poop and you are mad at the dog for eating your favorite bra, so you’re like..yea eat the poop man!
The rains have finally come crashing down on the flower fields and I am so excited about it. My flowers were starting to look like they all belonged in a fairy garden and my rein as the worlds worst flower farmer was starting to hold some truth.